I needed money for treatment, and I sought help from the children, but I was very disappointed.

It does not matter what character a person has or how old he is. It doesn’t matter how much he earns. Whatever. People need supportOne way or another. Moral, physical, spiritual support. After all, we are all social creatures and without normal communication, a reliable shoulder and other interactions, we can quickly lose heart or even fall into depression. It is not for nothing that the profession of psychologist is very popular all over the world.



One of the most common mistakes that a person makes in this regard is the idea that communication and favor can simply be bought. Will he be able to bring back his friends, appease them with gifts and all sorts of pleasures? As practice shows, of course not.

For people like me, who have worked in another country for a long time, a lot of things seem foreign at home. Rhythm of life, life, people. And the ratio of wages and prices. But people, again, surprise the most. Perhaps the reason is that in a foreign country you do not really hope for anyone. Everyone is a stranger to you, so even if they are deceived or framed, there is no special disappointment. And if you do a good deed, it becomes doubly pleasant.

Somehow abroad, all the negative experiences of your fellow countrymen seem to evaporate. You forget there were any offenses. It just gets out of my head. There is a strange confidence that when you get home, everyone will be nice to you, almost hugging and everything like that. I don't know, maybe it was just me working that way, but I have to admit, it really felt like that.



When I returned home, all my responsibilities to the children were fulfilled. People need support, so I worked to give it to children.

Six years ago, I bought an apartment for my daughter. She got married, wanted to take a mortgage, but I helped her with money and they bought a decent nest for two rooms. No repair, really, but you can live. I think it's great if you're left with such incompleteness in your life. Kind of like furnishing an apartment. You need to gradually buy furniture, come up with what will be the final appearance of your home, interesting.

Now it's my son's turn. The parents of the daughter-in-law gave the young a one-room apartment. If I understand correctly, this gift came from my grandmother. But I didn't get too deep into it, and to be honest, it just doesn't matter. The main thing is that children have a roof over their heads, and the rest will follow. So I did my part: I finished the money, so my son was already in full agreement about exchanging their apartment with a surcharge for a two-room one. We need to look to the future, because when there is a child, one room will not be enough.



Having dealt with the problems of children, I began to deal with my life. I fixed my apartment a little. I've been renting it all along. Good family, intelligent, but they're not ghosts. So broken things need to be replaced, and the appearance refreshed. I’m glad I saved some money for myself. Everything cost me a penny at the prices, but the money was enough, so I can now rest at home both physically and mentally.

Yeah, no problem with the kids. Sometimes, I hear that children somehow wean themselves from their parents, are quite cold. I haven't had that kind of care. I bought them a couple of times at a restaurant next door. Then I visited them myself. We talked a lot, told each other different things. In short, they were restoring everything they had lost while I was away. It made me very happy and warm at heart. And I was hoping that would continue forever.

But, unfortunately, life is not an eternal holiday. Six months later, the first difficulties began. I had a broken tooth and apparently a nerve. The pain was terrible, I thought I was going crazy. I had to take a taxi to the nearest hospital. There I was hastily sealed open hole, which was also quite unpleasant, and released. It was necessary to completely treat the tooth and not one, but also several neighbors. And best of all, insert a new one, but this is a completely different price tag.



Everyone knows that dentistry is a huge expense. But to have everything so expensive, it's a nightmare. I counted my savings and realized that if I got involved in this idea, then soon I would either have to stand on the porch to buy bread or go look for work. And, frankly, to work for us for some pennies, I did not have the desire. I was looking at job offers and couldn’t find anything good.

What do we do? I had to go to the closest ones, the kids. I understand that this is not the best reason to meet, but what to do, I am already at such an age that according to the law you need to help. I didn’t ask them for money, I asked them. Maybe there will be something in the future, so I would. But it didn't come to that. I put my daughter and son together, and I gave them a specific amount. Divided in half, it didn’t seem so huge to me anymore, and even my children with jobs seemed to have everything, thank God.



It was difficult to smile and talk about the financial problem, but what can you do? What does it matter if the answer was no? Actually, two rejections. My daughter said they had no cash in their hands. They gave everything away to repair the apartment. She also snorted me in reproach that it was my own fault. We should have brought more money earlier to have enough for housing with repairs. But people need support, don't they?

And the son refused because he and his wife decided to have a child, so they spent in advance: on a nursery, on a wheelchair, things and so on. It seems that even diapers were purchased in advance. Prices are going up every year, yes. So here we are, talking. We look at each other and I see disappointment in the eyes of my son and daughter. They don't see me as my mother anymore. Now I am an adult aunt who needs help herself, and that is no longer interesting to them.



I still wear a tooth filling and hope it lasts a long time. What to do next - I do not mind, because I do not see a solution to this problem. I realized that there was no one to wait for my help and I wasted so many years of my life. Of course, I will continue to communicate with the children. On abstract subjects. But in fact, I'm a distant person to them. In the meantime, I will be looking for a job near my house. Maybe I'll learn to live that way. We'll see how it goes. Life goes on and the last thing I can do is start feeling sad and sorry for myself.